Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Interpol,
The Dead C,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
kango's stein massive,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
John Foxx,
The Pretty Things,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Faraquet,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Spandau Ballet,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
FM Einheit,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
UT,
Wings,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.